<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=400525" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Jealousy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The Roman Catholic Church has never forgiven us for converting Sir Arthur Conan Doyle from his Agnosticism; and when Men like Mr. Dennis Bradley can no longer be Content with the old Faith, a Spirit of Jealousy is naturally roused.'<br>-A Spiritualist Paper</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She sat upon her Seven Hills<br>She rent the scarlet robes about her,<br>Nor yet in her two thousand years<br>Had ever grieved that men should doubt her;<br>But what new horror shakes the mind<br>Making her moan and mutter madly;<br>Lo! Rome's high heart is broken at last<br>Her foes have borrowed Dennis Bradley.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If she must lean on lesser props<br>Of earthly fame or ancient art,<br>Make shift with Raphael and Racine<br>Put up with Dante and Descartes,<br>Not wholly can she mask her grief<br>But touch the wound and murmur sadly,<br>'These lesser things are theirs to love<br>Who lose the love of Mr. Bradley.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She saw great Origen depart<br>And Photius rend the world asunder,<br>Her cry to all the East rolled back<br>In Islam its ironic thunder,<br>She lost Jerusalem and the North<br>Accepting these arrangements gladly<br>Until it came to be a case<br>Of Conan Doyle v. Dennis Bradley.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O fond and foolish hopes that still<br>In broken hearts unbroken burn,<br>What if, grown weary of new ways,<br>The precious wanderer should return<br>The Trumpet whose uncertain sound<br>Has just been cracking rather badly<br>May yet within her courts remain<br>His Trumpet-blown by Dennis Bradley.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His and her Trumpet blown before<br>The battle where the good cause wins<br>Louder than all the Irish harps<br>Or the Italian violins;<br>When armed and mounted like St. Joan<br>She meets the mad world riding madly<br>Under the Oriflamme of old<br>Crying, 'Mont-joie St. Dennis Bradley!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But in this hour she sorrows still,<br>Though all anew the generations<br>Rise up and call her blessed, claim<br>Her name upon the new born Nations<br>But still she mourns the only thing<br>She ever really wanted badly;<br>The sympathy of Conan Doyle<br>The patronage of Dennis Bradley.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gilbert+Keith+Chesterton">Gilbert Keith Chesterton</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=400525" data-title="Jealousy de Gilbert Keith Chesterton" data-description="'The Roman Catholic Church has never forgiven us for converting Sir Arthur Conan Doyle from his Agnosticism; and when Men like Mr. Dennis Bradley can no longer be Content with the old Faith, a Spirit of Jealousy is naturally roused.' -A Spirituali..."></div> </div> </div>

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